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On My Wishlist is a fun weekly event hosted by Book Chick City and runs every Saturday. It's where I list all the books I desperately want but haven't actually bought yet. They can be old, new or forthcoming. It's also an event that you can join in with too - Mr Linky is always at the ready for you to link your own 'On My Wishlist' post. If you want to know more click here.

Shoplifting from American Apparel:Set mostly in Manhattan—although also featuring Atlantic City, Brooklyn, GMail Chat, and Gainsville, Florida—this autobiographical novella, spanning two years in the life of a young writer with a cultish following, has been described by the author as “A shoplifting book about vague relationships,” “2 parts shoplifting arrest, 5 parts vague relationship issues,” and “An ultimately life-affirming book about how the unidirectional nature of time renders everything beautiful and sad.”

From VIP rooms in hip New York City clubs to central booking in Chinatown, from New York University’s Bobst Library to a bus in someone’s backyard in a college-town in Florida, from Bret Easton Ellis to Lorrie Moore, and from Moby to Ghost Mice, it explores class, culture, and the arts in all their American forms through the funny, journalistic, and existentially-minded narrative of someone trying to both “not be a bad person” and “find some kind of happiness or something,” while he is driven by his failures and successes at managing his art, morals, finances, relationships, loneliness, confusion, boredom, future, and depression.

The Four Ms. BradwellsMeg Waite Clayton’s national bestseller The Wednesday Sisters was a word-of-mouth sensation and book club favorite. Now the beloved author is back with a page-turning novel that explores the secrets we keep, even from those closest to us, and celebrates the enduring power of friendship.

Mia, Laney, Betts, and Ginger, best friends since law school, have reunited for a long weekend as Betts awaits Senate confirmation of her appointment to the Supreme Court. Nicknamed “the Ms. Bradwells” during their first class at the University of Michigan Law School in 1979—when only three women had ever served full Senate terms and none had been appointed to the Court—the four have supported one another through life’s challenges: marriages and divorces, births and deaths, career setbacks and triumphs large and small. Betts was, and still is, the Funny One. Ginger, the Rebel. Laney, the Good Girl. And Mia, the Savant.

But when the Senate hearings uncover a deeply buried skeleton in the friends’ collective closet, the Ms. Bradwells retreat to a summer house on the Chesapeake Bay, where they find themselves reliving a much darker period in their past—one that stirs up secrets they’ve kept for, and from, one another, and could change their lives forever.

Once again, Meg Waite Clayton writes inspiringly about the complex circumstances facing women and the heartfelt friendships that hold them together. Insightful and affecting, The Four Ms. Bradwells is also a captivating tale of how far people will go to protect the ones they love.

Cover Me: A Health Insurance MemoirGrowing up in middle-class middle America, Sonya Huber viewed health care as did most of her peers: as an inconvenience or not at all. There were braces and cavities, medications and stitches, the family doctor and the local dentist. Finding herself without health insurance after college graduation, she didn’t worry. It was a temporary problem. Thirteen years and twenty-three jobs later, her view of the matter was quite different. Huber’s irreverent and affecting memoir of navigating the nation’s health-care system brings an awful and necessary dose of reality to the political debates and propaganda surrounding health-care reform.

I have this incredibly gorgeous view outside. My place resides literally on a lake because of this I wake up every day to this incredible view of trees, land, grass, animals and so much beauty it sometimes seems unreal.

I open my curtains every morning and take in the sun glittering off the water, the geese honking, the wind blowing through the trees.

Then my neighbor wakes up and goes out on his patio and starts up his metal saw.

WRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What else can I say? It sucks. It kills any kind of peace I was experiencing.

Last time this happened I had reached a point in my morning where I could get up and go out to run errands. This morning, I am just not ready and frankly don't have anything to do in town. So I plugged in my earbuds and play my music a slight louder than normal. It works til the in-between songs where I hear that awful screeching.

I'll be honest, if I were walking by this book in a bookstore I might have kept walking because it isn't my usual type of read, but that is exactly why I love GoodReads. I come across so many wonderful reading opportunities that normal wandering (in my usual sections) might not bring to light. I read the premise for this book and instantly knew I would love the journey that was bound to take place. A bunch of young peeps playing in a rock band experiencing the highs and lows; sex, drugs and rock and roll. I instantly wanted it. I was so excited and surprised when Bill See emailed me direct and asked if I would be interested in reading and reviewing an eBook copy. HELLS YES!!

GoodReads Summary of this book -For 33 days in the summer of 1987, Divine Weeks toured in a beat up old Ford Econoline van, sleeping on strangers’ floors, never sure they’d make enough gas money to get them to the next town. This deeply personal, coming of age, on the road memoir follows critically acclaimed 80s indie alt rock band Divine Weeks’ first tour. Liberated from alcoholic upbringings and rigi...more

For 33 days in the summer of 1987, Divine Weeks toured in a beat up old Ford Econoline van, sleeping on strangers’ floors, never sure they’d make enough gas money to get them to the next town. This deeply personal, coming of age, on the road memoir follows critically acclaimed 80s indie alt rock band Divine Weeks’ first tour. Liberated from alcoholic upbringings and rigid cultural constraints, all they have is their music and each other’s friendship. The road is filled with yuppies, brothels, riots, sleeping on floors, spiked drinks, DJs with no pants, and battles with racism. They set out on the road to discovery to drink in all they could and maybe sell a few records. They grew up instead.

Being the little girl growing up who sung at the top of her lungs every moment I could, I completely understood this book. To this day, I have a guitar that I was given years ago that I would love to learn how to play, but still it sits there gathering dust. My mother has taught me a few songs, but it just doesn't come to me without a teacher. Deep down inside, I still think I can be Sheryl Crow. Who doesn't at some point in their lives think they want (and can be) a rock n roll star? Music helps me escape and purge any pent up feelings. Hell it's the best part of working out; what better way to forget I am running on a treadmill. It is how I wake up in the morning and most days in the background as well. As Bill See says, " . . .until music permeated my bloodstream, I was just walking around dodging bullets."

Music, I feel, is the way to someone's soul. It touches me in ways other things, people included, cannot. It allows me to feel feelings that I never knew I could, or would. I can sing about heart ache, my truck being broken down, smoking a doobie, whatever. As long as it hits the heart and I can feel the beat, it doesn't matter. And I can't really feel music unless it is pounding from the inside. It just feels me up and pours out of me. I am and always will be that little girl who got sent outside because my singing was so loud it was annoying my parents (and probably after awhile, the neighbors). This quote from the book, "We know music can't change the world, but music changed our world, and it could change theirs. It's not even like we're trying to convince anyone our music can change their world. We're just trying to show people we feel reborn doing what we're meant to do." is the epitome of what I feel.

Each of the people Bill See talks about in this book are fascinating in their own way and I really enjoy how he incorporates his growth and development from being around them without losing the reality of life. My favorite part of the whole book though, is the realization he needs to play -

"Raj," I say quietly to him. "Soon it'll be too late. You'll be married . . . and I'll be bitter . . . Let's make everyone of those motherfuckers down there know our name."

I relate to so much of what he says regarding being eaten alive by the audience, taken advantage of by the club managers and then being racially assaulted while simply out being human. This is alive in my world of retail (as I hate to call it customer service because then I feel like a servant to customers) . . . Bill relates this quote a few times throughout the book, a saying from Tom Joad, "A fella ain't got a soul of his own, just a little piece of a big soul. The one big soul that belongs to everyone."

Other moments that truly grabbed me -

Aside from maybe Springsteen, there's no rock stars for role models. They've all let me down. It's like they all lusted after stardom and once there, looked us in the eye and then fled. I've stood there outside after shows and watch them treat fans like an annoyance, get whisked away in their limos and isolate themselves in their extravagance and wealth only to moan about it later. I'm done with it.

I used to think all heaven was an ear, but it's like I've been screaming in to the void - eulogizing stalled dreams - but I never stopped that one continuous plea. So it went: someone's got to save me.

Tom Hasse is going to be here in just a few to pick me up so we can go rent the van. No one will rent to us because none of us have a credit card, and we're all under 25. Then my friend Dave Silva told me his friend Tom would lay down his credit card for us to rent the van. Now, I don't know if ol' Tom's just too stoned to know better than to rent a van for a rock band going on tour for over a month. A band that's not even traveling with the guy who rented the van. A band that's not only taking the van outside California, but clear out of the freaking country.

The connection of the bands is so cool; hearing about Kurt Cobain and the differences between indie post-punk rock, heavy influenced bands and hard rock/glam like GunsNRoses (I SO heart you guys!!) and then even explaining Jane's Addiction. I found myself even looking up the songs I had never heard of and playing them. I also spent some time googling his band trying to find videos of them playing just to formulate a better picture with sound, in my head.

33 Days: Touring in a Van. Sleeping on Floors. Chasing a Dream. is a fantastic book that kept me riveted, laughing and yes, occasionally, even, cringing. I loved the camaraderie, the stories of these guys before they went on this trip and how they survived during. The difficulty in breaking out and doing for yourself what your family and parent's may not understand you need to do, is something all kids face. I know I still feel the need to seek approval and know they are happy for me. The need to get out and place my stamp on the world. Be big and be bold or go home. Bill See shows great humility and humbleness in this experience.

Once again, I am enamored with my eReader because I kept being able to look-up books with a touch of my finger and also highlight and take notes which are easily pulled up with the Content button (also a simple touch of the screen). Woop! There it is!

I have already told Saint that he must read this. He is an even bigger music fan than I am. As is my Aunt Sara, which please know when you read this post, I will be sending you a copy when it's published in April. YOU will love this book!

A BIG thanks to Bill See for sending me an email inviting me to review his book!! I really enjoyed the ride.

The last couple of days off I have had, I crawl out of bed and only crawl because though I love my cats having them breath in my face for hours til I finally get up and feed them, isn't the greatest. I go feed the kitties and while I am in the kitchen I think, "I should brew some coffee and take breakfast up to bed with me so at least I eat now."

WHAT DO I DO?

NOTHING!

Instead, I feed the cats and head directly back to bed. Where I spend the next three or four hours on the computer, reading or such. Hours go by and I wish I had brewed some coffee or as my stomach growls I wish I had carried breakfast up.

Saint, my BF, then gets a text that says, "Please bring me breakfast or coffee. Dealers choice." Who coincidentally is at least a two hour drive away. lol Thankfully he humors me.

I feel so lazy these last couple of days. Especially in the mornings. I just don't want to get up. I simply want to stay in bed and play.

So I have decided to put an add up for a courier who will bring me breakfast in bed. Sadly it doesn't pay anything. I'm getting the feeling I won't get many calls.